Tagalongs

I sat in the sun, nibbling on some cold tagalongs. I watched the heavy summer air swirl around me, spiraling me up into the clear Saturday. I saw some elaborately colored butterflies and I smelled the crisp scent of the perfect Saturday. I looked back on old times, when my chubby baby feet were picking the cherries off my cherry tree. I ate the last tagalong, and went back inside, refreshed and reloaded.